Well, I am in NY.
I want to see you, and you , and especially YOU!
My brothers graduatuion was cool, we had a BBQ and ate potato chips and onion dip and drank coronas with lime, and I finally watched the first part of Kill Bill which was pretty cool.
Everyone was freaking out about the bloodshed which I found almost comical. I think the whole coma sex thing was way more disturbing. Thankfully it got it's moment of revenge. Not the way it gets to happen in real life.
I can sit with a sentence like "raped and strangled on her way home from a neighborhood bar" for far longer than I ever want to. It really freaks me out and yet my mind can't stop imagining it, to the point of tears. And I think about all my female friends, and myself and this crime and how it could happen to anyone, and why would someone want to do that and what those last few moments of life would be like and fuck!!!!
STOP, BRAIN, STOP!
Seriously, it's runaway mind.
It happened too after Elizabeth Wurtzel said the name of John Lennon's killer, who my mom and I had vowed to forget since he did it just to get famous. And I shall not write his name here but my brain saw it in print in her book and repeated and repeated it just because I did not want to remember. And now I do. I am pissed.
I like the new banners...
is Juliana up yet?
OH!! and nobody told me about "the crazy 88" in Kill Bill. Which totally freaked me out bcse of my dream all about the 88, which was a euphamism for pussy....weird, huh?
I want to see you, and you , and especially YOU!
My brothers graduatuion was cool, we had a BBQ and ate potato chips and onion dip and drank coronas with lime, and I finally watched the first part of Kill Bill which was pretty cool.
Everyone was freaking out about the bloodshed which I found almost comical. I think the whole coma sex thing was way more disturbing. Thankfully it got it's moment of revenge. Not the way it gets to happen in real life.
I can sit with a sentence like "raped and strangled on her way home from a neighborhood bar" for far longer than I ever want to. It really freaks me out and yet my mind can't stop imagining it, to the point of tears. And I think about all my female friends, and myself and this crime and how it could happen to anyone, and why would someone want to do that and what those last few moments of life would be like and fuck!!!!
STOP, BRAIN, STOP!
Seriously, it's runaway mind.
It happened too after Elizabeth Wurtzel said the name of John Lennon's killer, who my mom and I had vowed to forget since he did it just to get famous. And I shall not write his name here but my brain saw it in print in her book and repeated and repeated it just because I did not want to remember. And now I do. I am pissed.
I like the new banners...
is Juliana up yet?
OH!! and nobody told me about "the crazy 88" in Kill Bill. Which totally freaked me out bcse of my dream all about the 88, which was a euphamism for pussy....weird, huh?
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aside from that, I'm going to be drawing every night next week. trying to get a drawing ready for printing, and then working on a series for a friend of mine. which is fun, although I hate drawing on a deadline. of course, that's the only way I ever get anything done
the cat is shredding my furniture as I'm typing this.
I'm powerless to stop it... well, except for the making a hissing noise and squirting her thing, but that only helps while I'm watching. I think she's trying to get my attention anyway. clever.
you may have mentioned when you were coming back in a previous entry, but I don't have mine in blog style either (pot calling kettle black ...